So, I’m cruising around the internet looking for a new place to call home after deciding the message board I’ve been at for the last two years has just changed too much for me. So I get pointed to here. Looks like a lively bunch, but I’m sitting here wondering, what makes this place worth 14.95 a year? Please answer in 12 words or less.
Well, for starters, this place is populated by folks that will graciously tell you that you’ve posted in the wrong forum. This should probably be in MPSIMS, just as an FYI.
HA! I was just looking at this thread in MPSIMS, and then used the “Jump to a Forum” at the bottom to go to the pit to read something else. But lo! Here is the same thread, freshly booted here after gratuitous use of the word fuck!
So, ya gotta appreciate the way the mods are all over this shit. And I mean that in a good way.
Oh yeah. Since this is now in the pit: Mother fucking piece-of-shit,
Stupid ass son-of-a-bitch!
You wish, kid. It’s like the games at the carnival. At 1,000 you start out with a massively obese sweaty Armenian named Mitch. You get Mitch and his twin brother Carl at 2,000, and you can trade them in for Marge at 3,000. My advice is hold out for 5,000, where can trade in Carl and Mitch and your 3,000 post credit for Roger. Roger may have some open sores and really bad breathe, but his hands are healing hands.
You get Inga after 128,000 posts and only if Tuba has yet to yell at you. Good luck!
Now I’m torn…should I request a small Janapese woman who can walk on my back and do shiatsu, or should I request a large German woman who will hurt me?
Another thing that you will like is that you will find that the folk here are pretty darn smart and that they refuse to be held in by artificially imposed limitations. I find that this quality is one of the more endearing things about the people that post here.
100% worth every penny. In my time here, I daresay that my writing has improved and my thoughts have become more clear. My acne has cleared up and I married a supermodel who can suck the chrome off a bumper. I have developed telepath, and amassed untold wealth. Indeed, I would not be half of the internet persona that I am today without this hallowed board.
Sorry to tell you, but Roger’s hands are no longer healing. The sores have reopened. They may never heal. The good news, however, is that there are plans to replace Roger’s diseased fingers with pizza cutters.